My mother is the white moonlight of the cultivation world.

At the end of the fairy ladder, more and more figures gradually appeared.

The first one to step out was Gu Ye. He had a cold expression and a steady breathing. He glanced around and his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

The second one is Ye Xinrou. She is pale, but her eyes are firm and she is very endearing.

Hua Yue was mixed in with the group that came out from the middle, her ranking was neither high nor low, and she was inconspicuous.

The newly recruited disciples gathered in the huge white jade square, where the peak masters and elders of each peak sat on the high platform in front.

Hua Yue's gaze swept across the crowd and immediately locked onto a figure in cyan.

The man was dressed in green, like snow under the moon or jade in the mountains.

"May I ask, Immortal Master, who is that?" Hua Yue pulled aside a disciple who was guiding the way and asked in a low voice.

The disciple glanced at her, his tone tinged with reverence: "That is the peak master of Qinglin Peak, Immortal Venerable Yue Qingxue." After saying that, he ignored her.

Moonlit Snow...

Hua Yue silently recited the name in her heart.

Just then, a steward dressed in purple flew onto the platform, his voice echoing throughout the hall: "Silence! The selection of teachers will now begin. Those whose names are called, please come up!"

"Gu Ye, top-grade wind spirit root, come to the stage!"

Gu Ye walked up to the platform, but did not make a choice immediately. His gaze swept through the crowd, as if he was looking for someone.

Hua Yue immediately started thinking: according to the novel's plot, he should choose to become Ji Wuchen's disciple.

"I heard that the Sword Master didn't come."

"That's right! There's a rumor that this young master of the Gu family actually wants to worship Lord Junyuan!"

"Shh! Keep your voice down! Lord Junyuan has been missing in the Demon Abyss for so many years." The gossip in her ear made Hua Yue perk up.

Jun Yuan?

She recognized the name; it belonged to one of the suitors of the celestial being's white moonlight in the book!

Hua Yue subtly moved closer to the disciples who were talking, and casually interjected, "Senior brothers and sisters, do you know about the fairy that Lord Junyuan is pursuing?"

One of the female disciples immediately widened her eyes, giving him a look that said, "You don't even know this gossip?" "Heavens! You don't even know Immortal Venerable Hua Zhishuang?"

The other one immediately patted her nervously: "Keep your voice down! You can't just call that person by their name like that! You'll lose your head!"

Hua Yue's heart skipped a beat.

Hua Zhishuang? That's her mother's name!

Could it be such a coincidence?

She quickly forced a fawning smile: "Oh, thank you for reminding me, Senior Sister. I just came from the mortal realm, I was just curious..."

Hua Yue's mind was in an uproar.

The reason why "white moonlight" is "white moonlight" is because she died a long time ago. I hope nothing bad has happened to her mother.

"My name is Ye Yueyue, her name is He Nai, what's your name?" the female disciple who had been sharing gossip asked familiarly. "Hua Yue."

The three quickly became acquainted. Ye Yueyue was practically a walking encyclopedia of gossip in the cultivation world, while He Nai played the straight man, occasionally letting out a gasp of surprise. Hua Yue instantly learned countless lessons about love, hate, and grudges from their mouths.

On the stage, Gu Ye didn't hesitate for long before finally bowing to Ji Wuchen and becoming his disciple.

Next up is Ye Xinrou, who, without a doubt, chose Ji Wuchen, just like in the original story.

"Hua Yue, with a top-grade wood spirit root, come to the stage!"

Hua Yue was engrossed in listening to the gossip when she was suddenly called out. Startled, she quickly ran onto the stage.

As soon as she stood still, she keenly sensed that several elders on the high platform stiffened for a moment when they saw her face.

An indescribable solemnity permeated the air.

"Some people really are still up to no good." A mocking voice, neither loud nor soft, came from the elders' seat.

Hua Yue was puzzled. She hadn't done anything.

Suppressing her doubts, she fixed her gaze firmly on the figure in blue and declared loudly, "Disciple Hua wishes to become the disciple of Immortal Venerable Yue Qingxue!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the audience erupted in uproar.

Ye Yueyue, who was in the crowd, kept winking and making faces at her anxiously.

On the high platform, that clear, cold voice finally rang out, gentle yet carrying an undeniable refusal.

"I'm sorry, I don't accept disciples."

Yue Qingxue didn't hesitate for even a moment.

Hua Yue froze on the stage. She had expected to be rejected, but she didn't expect it to be so straightforward. For a moment, she was at a loss for words.

The elders on the platform also began to whisper among themselves.

"Wood elemental root... it's not really suitable for our sect."

"We at Qifeng have even less use for it..."

Disciples who are publicly rejected are like discounted goods, disliked by others.

Just as Hua Yue was so embarrassed that she almost dug a celestial palace out of her toes, a lazy, smiling voice came from afar.

"Haha, I'm a step too late. I hope my good disciple hasn't been snatched away yet?" Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw Mo Ze slowly strolling over, waving a pink folding fan, and walking directly to Hua Yue's side.

He raised an eyebrow at Hua Yue and smiled, "Little girl, would you like to become my disciple? Although I don't offer any special treatment here."

Hua Yue didn't care about any preferential treatment; this was like a savior had descended! She immediately bowed deeply: "Disciple Hua Yue greets Master!"

She just wanted to get out of this huge social disaster as soon as possible.

As soon as she stepped off the stage, Ye Yueyue and He Nai immediately surrounded her.

"My God, you're incredibly bold!" Ye Yueyue patted her chest. "Don't you know that Ever since his eldest disciple went missing, Moon Immortal Venerable hasn't taken on any more disciples?"

"I come from the mortal realm, so I don't know much about these things..." Hua Yue shook her head.

"Next up, Xuan Tianyu, with a top-grade lightning spirit root!"

A richly dressed, arrogant young man walked onto the stage; he was clearly from a prominent family.

"Disciple Xuan Tianyu wishes to become the disciple of Immortal Venerable Yue Qingxue!"

again!

Everyone thought he would be rejected again.

Before Yue Qingxue could speak, an elder beside her leaned over and whispered a few words.

After a moment of silence, Yue Qingxue nodded: "Mm."

"No way! This is just too unfair!" Ye Yueyue said angrily, standing up for Hua Yue.

"It's alright," He Nai comforted her. "You're the only disciple of Immortal Venerable Mo Ze, so all the resources are yours. It's a good thing!"

Hua Yue simply smiled and remained silent.

In fact, she had already guessed it. Why would a mere mortal girl she had just met make an exception for her?

Once Zhou Ye had chosen his master, Hua Yue was taken away by Mo Ze.

"Don't be nervous, just treat me as a friend from now on." Mo Ze personally poured Hua Yue a cup of tea and pushed over a stack of exquisite pastries. His smiling face resembled that of a cunning fox, but he was surprisingly easy to get along with.

"Besides you and me, there's no one else on this Dream Cloud Peak," Mo Ze shrugged. "Besides, I often have to go out, so I'm afraid I can't always guide your cultivation."

"It's alright, Master! I can learn on my own!" Hua Yue quickly declared, afraid of causing trouble for the Master who had saved her face.

"So, I've found someone to guide your cultivation." Mo Ze winked mysteriously. "Rest well today, and I'll take you to see him tomorrow."

He led Hua Yue to a room and pushed open the door.

Everywhere you look, sheer curtains hang lightly, and beaded curtains tinkle. The entire room is decorated in a delicate pink hue, bursting with girlish charm.

Looking at this familiar style, a question mark slowly popped into Hua Yue's mind.

This taste... it's exactly the same as my mother's?